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Baby Boy Comes Home

I was so proud of myself. I actually lost all my baby weight in the hospital and came home slim. I was weak, though. The stitches hurt and I had lower back pain. But the suitcase was packed and husband was there to pick us up and take us home.

As soon as we got home, husband snapped. He started to scream, threw the suitcase down, the baby started to cry and so did I. I was confused. I thought this ought to be a happy moment. Instead, I was made to feel guilty for having our son. It didn’t make any sense. He behaved so strangely, as though he resented this other little person coming into his life.

In the middle of the tirade, friend Margaret walked in and comforted me. She claimed her husband behaved in the same exact way. She helped me to set up the change table. She helped me with the formula. I don’t know what I would have done without her, at that time. Read more…

November 27th, 2006 Posted by | Family, Long Ago and Far Away, Nostalgia | no comments

Having a Baby

It was getting close to Christmas, my family was coming to stay with us for a couple of weeks. I was pregnant out to there but the baby just didn’t want to come out just yet. Every day, I’d walk and walk, climb hills and generally do everything I could think of to make it happen. Finally, my doctor admitted me to hospital and proceeded with the saline drip to induce labour.

I checked into hospital on the Sunday night. Monday morning, I got the usual shave and enema as such were the indignities we had to endure at that time. At 9AM the drip began. It was a bit of a pain because I had to get up and take that whole tree with me whenever I went to the bathroom. Just the same, I managed.

All day long there were a string of visitors. One of the girls decided to put makeup on me because she felt it was proper to greet the new baby looking one’s best. Read more…

November 21st, 2006 Posted by | Family, Long Ago and Far Away | no comments

The Work I Did Instead of Working

My kitchen was an eyesore. Ugly, to put it mildly. I decided to take things into my own hands because I can’t get my husband to do things that, in my view, need doing. The only reason he painted the living room was that I let it be known I was much happier as a single woman. That hit home with him. How many times do I have to tell him “Happy Wife, Happy Life”?

I guess I shouldn’t have been that hard on him at that time since it had just been two weeks that he had had the umbilical hernia operation. I didn’t want him to paint all of the walls, just the top part. After all, the ceilings are ten feet high and I am afraid of heights. But, he insisted – male pride and all. And, as always, he did a very fine job although it took him three times as long as it would have taken me. I kept my mouth shut, though. Read more…

November 4th, 2006 Posted by | Musings, Relationships | no comments

Arrogance = Stupidity

I’ve seen people as well as nations lose it all on account of arrogance.  My first experience in this matter was with my first husband.  He was, at that time, well connected in the ruling party and made a very fine living from his connections.  Everything was coming up roses until that election, when his party lost.  My then husband could not come to terms with that loss. He took it upon himself to try to bring the winning party down. 

Without going into too much detail, let me just say that it was he who was brought down and with it our marriage was ended. Read more…

October 22nd, 2006 Posted by | Personal Opinions, Relationships, The Law | no comments

Exercising in School

Well, I should hope so. 

When I was a young girl in Austria, I couldn’t wait to start school.  I so wanted to learn.  Before I came of age, I used to look in the school windows, wishing I could be in class with the other children.  When the day actually came, I headed out alone.  My mother and step-father, unbeknownst to me, followed me, hiding behind trees and bushes.  I had to cross a busy street.  For months, we’d practiced crossing streets.  Looking left and right etc. 

One of the best times at school was spent in gymnastics.  We had so much fun, what with the horse and all.  Then came the front rolls.  Oh it was so much fun. Read more…

September 5th, 2006 Posted by | Long Ago and Far Away, Personal Opinions | no comments